Mystery of The Old Man and The Parrot

I used to live in a calm neighborhood that no one knew a lot about the other. It isn't as though anybody had feelings of resentment with anybody, although the fact that there was a normally bizarre elderly man living directly in our condo who possessed a horrendously delightful parrot. With my young age and native nature, I had this desire to go and essentially get to know him, since nobody could possibly do.

One night, I accumulated enough courage to go toward his house. Expecting that most likely his old age had landed him to bed and didn't hear my thumps, I deliberately opened the entryway which was clearly opened. The frightening sound of the entryway made me start feeling that this was a poorly conceived notion also, that I ought to withdraw. One thing prompted another, I was standing some place in the middle of the room, and the entryway had locked itself.

As I made my way further into the house, I spotted that spider webs occupied the room. Briefly, I halted and cleaned my glass inferable from the dust that occupied the room. Not just had it gathered on my glasses, but my hair and hood also. As I make my way further, I wound up in the resting room. He didn't have a lot, and the room had a solitary seat at the middle that swayed intentionally from its western design.

Straightforwardly in front was a TV that continued making clamor without showing any signal. There was additionally furniture that was apparently the resting point of the parrot. There was a significant outlined image of someone who seemed to be the proprietor of the house, and a young lady who I assumed had been the spouse.

I was at that point felt anxious and had it not been for my eagerness; I would have hustled back home. The room was stodgy and dusty. Momentarily, I heard some sound in the room. On looking back, I could not see anything and concluded it was just in my mind. I would have rather not accepted that is real. As of now I had already decided to leave. Then the voice came clear.

Seemingly, it was the parrot. I have been anticipating this, so it didn't move me. Approaching the entryway leading to upstairs, I saw a shadow, tremendous and terrifying. Not long before I could inspect the view on what I saw, it went missing. Ultimately, I found myself up the stairs attempting to get a brief look at where the sound of the parrot came from. I don't really sure, however I believe I felt that I needed to rescue that creature.

I went into the main room upstairs which probably been the proprietor's room. Everything was mislaid in this place contemplated whether he have ever found anything he needed. It was starting to get dark. I couldn't see well, yet there had all the earmarks of being something like human blood smudged on the walls.

Water was running in the filthy bathtub and a human hand, wobbly and hairy, was swinging from the sink. I quickly turned around to take off and on whipping my head, whoop! There was the frightening old man! He stood directly before me with his supporting stick and the parrot right on his shoulder. Blood was hanging from the parrot's snouts with completely darkened eyes.

I talked to myself this was an unnerving dream; nothing as startling as this would just happen, and to an innocent sole like me. The man's eyes were completely wide open; his hair appeared as though he had quite recently got an electric shock. His hands looked messy, with what seemed like human's digestive organs and his tongue was licking his lips like the manner in which a prey mulls over on a dinner. More terrible still, each second that passed, the man drew closer, and I just remained there unable to move.

Whatever his method, the man would clearly decapitate me. Luckily I saw an open window behind me. I wanted to think that there would be a branch of the old tree that stood next to the house. Without much time to think, I turned around and hopped. Clutching to the branch, I didn't take much time to land and just let myself do. Obviously, I got hurt from the landing, however that was not an issue at this point. I ran home and chose to keep quiet since it would sound a home alone story. I never wanted to think, let be having a thought of the house at any point in the future.